Yesterday was a difficult day for me. For those of you who remember my diary about my mother watching the Wisconsin returns while she lay dying, her ashes were interred yesterday. I couldn't travel back across the country for it, so I had the weird experience of muting the RBC meeting telecast when my Dad called to talk about the experience, just before Harold Ickes made his speech about the Michigan compromise.
I was upset all day -- tense about the committee hearings, missing my mom; at one point, my husband and I were talking about the space shuttle launch, and I said, "I can't remember if my parents ever watched Huntley-Brinkley. I'll have to ask my mom." And then I remembered, and burst into tears.
But something hit me, as I was watching Norah O'Donnell anchoring the shuttled launch.
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